About the Book
Speculative Fiction
Date Published: Jan. 31, 2015
Publisher: Cinnabar Press
A clairvoyant young woman finds her visions of the future to be a nuisance, until she discovers that she is hardly unique. An entire group of seers has learned how to profit from their knowledge in ways that Ariel has never considered. Another group is obsessed with using their talents to understand a dark future they cannot ignore.
An alliance with either crowd looks dangerous, given that they both seem a little crazy. There is no possible way to help them both. Worse yet, each group is convinced that Ariel is more than a potential asset; she’s the one thing that they must have in order to fully succeed.
Date Published: Jan. 31, 2015
Publisher: Cinnabar Press
A clairvoyant young woman finds her visions of the future to be a nuisance, until she discovers that she is hardly unique. An entire group of seers has learned how to profit from their knowledge in ways that Ariel has never considered. Another group is obsessed with using their talents to understand a dark future they cannot ignore.
An alliance with either crowd looks dangerous, given that they both seem a little crazy. There is no possible way to help them both. Worse yet, each group is convinced that Ariel is more than a potential asset; she’s the one thing that they must have in order to fully succeed.
Guest Post: When didn’t you want to be a writer?
I am surprised by how often I get asked at what point in my life I knew that I wanted to write fiction. Surprised, because I can’t remember I time when I didn’t. Surprised, because I suspect that more writers than not feel the same way.
As a very young child, being read a bedtime story was a favorite treat. When I was in preschool, my parents were caring for their own ailing parents and bedtime stories weren’t always a given. So, I improvised, and made up stories for my only sibling, a sister just eighteen months younger.
I loved doing this, but she was an early critic. Stories that were too short or not exciting enough had to be embellished or she would pester me until they were. We were up late some nights, getting the tale told to her satisfaction.
She remains one of my best beta readers.
Learning to read was a high point in my young life. I remember the first time I checked out a book from the school library. I was in first grade, and filled with wonder and joy at the shelves of books that were there waiting for me.
My most vivid memory from grade school is the sound of both of my parent’s voices saying “put that book down and ….” The sentence sometimes ended with “eat dinner” or “give me a hand” or “go outside and play” or “go to sleep.” But it always started with “put that book down.”
Even as an avid reader, I knew that someday I would want to tell my own stories as well. I made a few awkward early attempts, but it wasn’t until junior high that I began writing real stories, with characters and plots and resolution at the end. I never doubted that I would keep this up for the rest of my life.
My most vivid memory of arriving on campus for my freshmen year of college is my first visit to the massive school library. The intervening years had made me more realistic.
“It was awful,” I remember telling the English professor who was teaching a seminar in our dorm. “The are so many books. I’ll never be able to read them all.”
He must have thought I was I crazy, but he answered me well.
“It’s okay,” he said. “A lot of them say the same thing.”
I’m grateful to him and the many other teachers, professors, friends and acquaintances who encouraged my story telling over the years. Without them I might never have taken my passion to the level that I have.
But I would have been making stories up in my head. I’m sure of it.
I think the better question for most writers would be “When didn’t you want to be a writer?”
I, like most, would have to answer. “I don’t know. I can’t remember such a time
As a very young child, being read a bedtime story was a favorite treat. When I was in preschool, my parents were caring for their own ailing parents and bedtime stories weren’t always a given. So, I improvised, and made up stories for my only sibling, a sister just eighteen months younger.
I loved doing this, but she was an early critic. Stories that were too short or not exciting enough had to be embellished or she would pester me until they were. We were up late some nights, getting the tale told to her satisfaction.
She remains one of my best beta readers.
Learning to read was a high point in my young life. I remember the first time I checked out a book from the school library. I was in first grade, and filled with wonder and joy at the shelves of books that were there waiting for me.
My most vivid memory from grade school is the sound of both of my parent’s voices saying “put that book down and ….” The sentence sometimes ended with “eat dinner” or “give me a hand” or “go outside and play” or “go to sleep.” But it always started with “put that book down.”
Even as an avid reader, I knew that someday I would want to tell my own stories as well. I made a few awkward early attempts, but it wasn’t until junior high that I began writing real stories, with characters and plots and resolution at the end. I never doubted that I would keep this up for the rest of my life.
My most vivid memory of arriving on campus for my freshmen year of college is my first visit to the massive school library. The intervening years had made me more realistic.
“It was awful,” I remember telling the English professor who was teaching a seminar in our dorm. “The are so many books. I’ll never be able to read them all.”
He must have thought I was I crazy, but he answered me well.
“It’s okay,” he said. “A lot of them say the same thing.”
I’m grateful to him and the many other teachers, professors, friends and acquaintances who encouraged my story telling over the years. Without them I might never have taken my passion to the level that I have.
But I would have been making stories up in my head. I’m sure of it.
I think the better question for most writers would be “When didn’t you want to be a writer?”
I, like most, would have to answer. “I don’t know. I can’t remember such a time
About the Author
Sherrie Roth grew up in Western Kansas thinking that there was no place in the universe more fascinating than outer space. After her mother vetoed astronaut as a career ambition, she went on to study journalism and physics in hopes of becoming a science writer.
She published her first science fiction short story long ago, and then waited a lot of tables while she looked for inspiration for the next story. When it finally came, it declared to her that it had to be whole book, nothing less. One night, while digesting this disturbing piece of news, she drank way too many shots of ouzo with her boyfriend. She woke up thirty-one years later demanding to know what was going on.
The boyfriend, who she had apparently long since married, asked her to calm down and explained that in a fit of practicality she had gone back to school and gotten a degree in geophysics and had spent the last 28 years interpreting seismic data in the oil industry. The good news, according to Mr. Cronin, was that she had found it at least mildly entertaining and ridiculously well-paying The bad news was that the two of them had still managed to spend almost all of the money.
Apparently she was now Mrs. Cronin, and the further good news was that they had produced three wonderful children whom they loved dearly, even though to be honest that is where a lot of the money had gone. Even better news was that Mr. Cronin turned out to be a warm-hearted, encouraging sort who was happy to see her awake and ready to write. "It's about time," were his exact words.
Sherrie Cronin discovered that over the ensuing decades Sally Ride had already managed to become the first woman in space and apparently had done a fine job of it. No one, however, had written the book that had been in Sherrie's head for decades. The only problem was, the book informed her sternly that it had now grown into a six book series. Sherrie decided that she better start writing it before it got any longer. She's been wide awake ever since, and writing away.
Contact Information
Website: https://46ascending.org/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Number46Ascending
Twitter: @cinnabar01
Blog: https://dtothepowerof4.org/Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5805814.Sherrie_Cronin
Purchase Links
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00RB67O8W
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Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/d4
iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/nz/book/d4/id977825421?mt=11
She published her first science fiction short story long ago, and then waited a lot of tables while she looked for inspiration for the next story. When it finally came, it declared to her that it had to be whole book, nothing less. One night, while digesting this disturbing piece of news, she drank way too many shots of ouzo with her boyfriend. She woke up thirty-one years later demanding to know what was going on.
The boyfriend, who she had apparently long since married, asked her to calm down and explained that in a fit of practicality she had gone back to school and gotten a degree in geophysics and had spent the last 28 years interpreting seismic data in the oil industry. The good news, according to Mr. Cronin, was that she had found it at least mildly entertaining and ridiculously well-paying The bad news was that the two of them had still managed to spend almost all of the money.
Apparently she was now Mrs. Cronin, and the further good news was that they had produced three wonderful children whom they loved dearly, even though to be honest that is where a lot of the money had gone. Even better news was that Mr. Cronin turned out to be a warm-hearted, encouraging sort who was happy to see her awake and ready to write. "It's about time," were his exact words.
Sherrie Cronin discovered that over the ensuing decades Sally Ride had already managed to become the first woman in space and apparently had done a fine job of it. No one, however, had written the book that had been in Sherrie's head for decades. The only problem was, the book informed her sternly that it had now grown into a six book series. Sherrie decided that she better start writing it before it got any longer. She's been wide awake ever since, and writing away.
Contact Information
Website: https://46ascending.org/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Number46Ascending
Twitter: @cinnabar01
Blog: https://dtothepowerof4.org/Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5805814.Sherrie_Cronin
Purchase Links
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00RB67O8W
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/d4-sherrie-cronin/1121480771
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/d4
iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/nz/book/d4/id977825421?mt=11
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